12-21 - MY FASCINATION WITH TRUCKERS AND TRUCKSTOPS

JUST WHEN I THOUGHT I WAS DONE WITH TRUCKERS, JOE MY CANADIAN BOTTOM COMES BACK IN THE PICTURE

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By Richard de Orizaba

It is very difficult for me to pass a rest stop and not go in to see if there is any action in the bathroom. It is also one of my usual behavior patterns to schedule lunches and dinners at truck stops. There you get good food most of the time, honest, very down to earth food, filling and at the same time I enjoy the camaraderie, even those truckers who are straight they seem friendlier to me than regular folk.

The gay ones, well that is a different story…but most truckers really don’t think of themselves as gay or straight but just in need of sexual release and that can happen with any given person of any sexual persuasion. It is not unusual for a trucker to get a blow job from a cock sucker at one stop and a few hours later arrive at home and fuck his wife or girlfriend.

A truck driver had advice for those who cruise the "Pickle Parks" or "Rest Areas"... We see you tapping your brake lights when we pull into the rest areas...truck drivers are trained to notice just about everything around them... we're usually pretty damn horny because we don't get home very much and even those of us that are "straight" might be tempted by a free BJ!! But then after we see you tapping your brake lights, nothing happens. You need to get out of your vehicle and walk to the bathroom or phone or something so we can see what you look like! I for one am not going to just walk up to a strange car and ask for a BJ...I don't like getting shot, arrested, etc.! One cruiser used a GREAT method...he went into the men's room and put little yellow "Post-It" notes in each stall that read: "Great BJ! 10:00 PM to 2:00 AM at next rest area westbound. Blink lights and I'll walk to phone." Well, I did...pulled in, blinked my lights, and this guy got out of his car and walked to the phone as promised. He wasn't my type, so I kept going, but he definitely was using a great method...he didn't vandalize our rest areas by writing on the walls. His plan was a discreet way to possibly hook up with less awkwardness. I have seen literally HUNDREDS of truck stop and rest area cruisers blinking their taillights like crazy...but have yet to score a BJ from any of them.

I often had to drive from Houston to Austin and beyond to San Antonio to get back to Eagle Pass. Traveling west on I-10 a little ways after you leave Columbus, Texas there is one very busy truck stop. Forget the rest rooms because they are very closely watched by the cops. But the cruising that goes on is incredible. Sometimes they will come into the tea room and hook up there after the necessary display of genitalia…and they briefly meet outside and disappear into the trucks which have cabins with beds in them.

There have been some that are just waiting inside the truck just playing with themselves. When they have seen me, they opened the door and displayed their goodies. I have sucked off many of those.

This one morning, I had set out on my road trip very early and when I got to the truck stop it was just beginning to dawn…actually it is the worst time to cruise because most truckers are waking up and leaving for the day. But I went in the rest room anyhow and there were a couple in there, one against the urinal obviously pissing away the night’s accumulation and the other one was washing up in the sink. He had the shaving kit and a face towel, etc.

I went into one of the stalls because I really had to take a dump and I busied myself reading the graffiti on the stall walls that was abundant and very explicit. There were no glory holes…but from where I was I could see the trucker who was grooming himself. I looked through the crack between the door and the wall and he didn’t look bad. Actually he had taken off his shirt by now and was washing his torso.

This trucker had to be in his mid thirties, dirty blond hair, cropped short and he was actually very well built. Slim yet muscular. I could see his reflection in the mirror and the face was rugged yet handsome. I do think that he realized he was being watched…he had busted me but didn’t seem to mind; on the contrary…he actually pulled down his pants, let them drop to his ankles and began a long process of washing his ass and his balls. But with every stroke of the towel, rinsing it and bringing it back to wipe away the soap his cock began to grow…it was very clear in the mirror and I was the recipient of this show.

I finished taking a crap, wiped and flushed and open the door of the stall. You would think that he would try to conceal the erection but he didn’t…to him it was very natural and didn’t even give it a second thought I was coming to the sink to wash my hands…there it was, hard as a rock a raging hard on. The cock was by no means small...measuring at least eight and a half or maybe even nine and it was uncut.

I stepped up to the wash basin began to wash my hands and the dude says: “Sorry, I hope you are not offended, but every time I wash my crotch, particularly when I haven’t had sex in a while, I get hard” I hope you don’t mind”

Me: “No, actually, it is nice to see nature take its own course…it happens to me all the time and I don’t ever get the chance to get horny…too busy in that department, you know”

Trucker: “Yeah, man, it has been three weeks since I have had any sex…and I am about to burst” By this time he had turned away from the mirror and was facing me.

Me: “Look, I would love to help you out, but not here…it is too risky. I’ll give you a hand job somewhere else…”

Trucker: “let’s go to my truck, it is very private in there”

So I followed him after he put his pants back on and somehow managed to subdue the beast into the confinement of his underwear. We got to his truck and got in. He soon drew the curtains and he was right there was absolute privacy…the cops were not going to bother us there.

He then starts the process of undressing and once he had his shirt off I could appreciate the nice body he had. Next to go were his pants but he kept his socks on. Then he says to me: “you sure you wouldn’t want to suck on it a little? Don’t be insulted, but I figure if you were looking at it there might be a possibility you might be interested in doing that.

I was still sitting in the passenger seat when he said that and then I took off my clothes and just left them on the cab floor. When the trucker saw my tool he whistled…whew, wow! That is the biggest mother fucking cock I have ever seen…what…it is maybe eleven inches?

Me: “no, it is twelve inches…now you see why I don’t get a chance to go horny?

Trucker: “I see what you mean…that is one enormous whopper”

As soon as he said that, I reached with my hand and grabbed his throbbing cock. He was relieved and at the same time he kind of laid back with the expectation that I would do him. He wasn’t wrong. I went over to the bed part of the cabin and got between his legs and wrapped my mouth around his beautiful cock.

It was a nice one but all hell broke loose when I applied the gargling technique on the trucker. He didn’t know what hit him. He was moaning and just recoiling from the pleasure. It didn’t take long to blow his wad.

Trucker: “oh, man, that is terrific what you do…I had never experienced that sensation before…I am so close I am almost at the point of shooting my wad…I am warning you, if you keep it up I will cum..oh, oh, holy fuck, ah, ah, shit, ah, I’m gonna shoot, ah, ah, ah, aaaaaaaah, fuuuuuuuuck, aaaaaaaaah, argh, aargh, arrrrrrgr. Aaaaaaah! And he came numerous streams of trucker juice which I swallowed dutifully like the good cock sucker I am. It took a few minutes and once he was sure he had emptied out his gonads, he pulls his dick out of my mouth and in a surprise move, goes down on me.

He started to suck me and that was nice and unexpected. But the best part was that eventually, I was sitting on the edge of the bed and he turned around and actually sat on my cock, letting it invade his pucker, slowly but with resolve. He said he never does that but that because it was so big he wanted to see if he could take it. He could and he did and after jumping up and down on it while I also pumped, the trucker then blew his second load. I did too, I came the minute I felt his ass gripping and letting go of my cock, milking it. Afterwards, he opened a little cooler and we both had a couple of beers.

My Canadian truck driver Joe was so cute, and as I said, he looked a lot like Ben Afleck who I would fuck in a New York minute. There wasn’t a finer bottom in Canada than Joe…I am sure of that, EH. Joe eventually had to sell his rig forced by the hard economic times and the price of diesel, so he took a job as a truck driver for a local trucking company in Toronto and has never traveled back into the USA since. He has kept in touch with me and it has been over a year now since I last saw him.

The other day he wrote me an e-mail telling me that he had changed jobs. He worked for a trucking company and was on a trip to Miami. He said that there was a good possibility that his next trip was to Oklahoma and he was going to try to come to Houston and visit me. Then I didn’t hear from Joe for two weeks when he called me on the phone and said that he was just outside of Ardmore, Oklahoma on I-35 about to enter the state of Texas.

I asked him if he was on his way to Houston but he said that he was going to pick up a load in Fort Worth and he didn’t have much time. It was then that I suggested that I drive west and meet him half way. He had to spend the night somewhere anyhow and I suggested the idea to him. I picked up a few things and got in the car. I drove north on I-45 and I actually got to Corsicana and checked in at the Comfort Inn and waited in the lobby for Joe.

It took him another 45 minutes to get there. When he saw me, he immediately ran to where I was and hugged me, he was so happy to see me and he even kissed me, right there in the lobby, in the middle of homophobic Texas but nobody raised an eyebrow.

We went to my room because his wasn’t ready and we might as well not have rented the second room because we just hit the sack and went about doing nasty things to each other. Joe never looked better…he had grown or had just started to grow a beard and it made him look sexy and virile…he was the personification of maleness, macho man…only he was a bottom. There was nothing Joe liked better than to have my cock up his ass. He did like it when I worshiped his body, I would kiss his mouth, caress his nipples, then I would lick them and eventually I lick his armpits. That is something he knew I liked and even though he used deodorant, when he knew he was going to hook up with me, he would not wear any just to have me eat his pits and not get that awful aftertaste.

We took off our clothes very quickly and in one very welcomed and anticipated embrace our bodies melded; we became one person, once more it was necessary to do this. We held on to each other for what seemed to be an eternity. Then he kissed me, those passionate kisses that only Joe can give me.

I then had a chance to see him up close…”my Joe, you are more beautiful now…with that beard it makes you even sexier…and you have gained a little weight…looks like your bubble butt is even better now…wow Joe”

Joe: “You like my beard, eh?

Me: “I sure do, let me look at you…oh man, you are one hot dude”

Joe: “Oh, Richie, you don’t know how many times I was tempted to hop on a plane and come to see you”.

Me: “Why didn’t you?”

Joe: “It is very expensive”

Me: “I would have sent you the ticket”

Joe: “I know, but you know me, I am not that kind of guy…I like to pay my own way or not go if I can’t afford it..eh”.

Do you remember that old advertisement for cigarettes…”I would walk a mile for a Camel”? For Joe I would drive 500 miles if I had to. I started then to kiss his neck and traveled to his chest. There I was met with that delicious macho scent that Joe has. It is incredibly macho and even though he is clean, Joe has a very special lingering masculine aroma that turns me on to no end. I went to the armpits then and it was like an aphrodisiac. Joe knew this and he was just allowing me to get my fill of my armpit fetish, he patiently waited to get his ass fucked.

Eventually, I went down on him and started to lick his balls. His legs came up almost automatically to encourage me to go further down and it was then that my tongue invaded his ass crack. If the scent in the armpits was good, the smell and taste of his ass was even better. Joe started to moan and even cried. I could tell it was an emotional thing with him but he wanted his ass invaded in the worst way. It was then that I though I shouldn’t let him wait any more and began to finger fuck him.

When I got behind him to begin fucking him, he just grabbed my hips and in one decisive and brisk pull he just rammed my cock into his welcoming ass. Joe was now fully invaded by my 12 inch cock and he did let out a scream, but it was more of a surprise than pain…he began to enjoy it the minute that cock was inside his ass.

Without worries of his discomfort I started to pump it almost immediately which I know he appreciated. “Oh Richie, of all the guys that have ever fucked me you are the one I prefer, it is so awesome, the way you move and the size of that cock, once you fucked me I was spoiled, I wasn’t satisfied with anything smaller…ah, ah, yeah, yeah, you like that, don’t you Richie; eh?

Me: “I sure do, but let me know if you are going to shoot so I can catch it”

Joe: “It looks like it is going to happen any moment now..eh”

So I turned him around and I got his legs up on my shoulders and went down on him. Sure enough, no sooner my mouth surrounded that cock of his he shot his wad. ..the sweetest Canadian jizz, sweeter than maple syrup and just as thick. With his cum in my mouth I too let go and irrigated his pucker with my own cum and there was so much of it that it started to ooze out.

Joe and I only had a couple of hours together but in those two hours I fucked him three times and he came four times for me. He had to get on with his trip and I returned to Houston very happy to have hooked up with Joe once more. He is to travel back sometime next month to either Mexico or Arizona and he will be stopping to see me. I can hardly wait to fuck that Canadian trucker again.